Return of the Jolly Green Giant

Jolly Green giant or even The Hulk sounds like a sci-fi thriller; maybe not Sci-Fi, definitely NOT fiction, but I definitely ended up looking very green in a thriller session today in the caring hands of Mistress Maggie.

I had given Mistress a few clues about the kind of session I’d like, so had a fair idea what part of the session may entail, provided of course that Mistress doesn't decide to delay the suggestion to another day to keep her slave guessing about what goes where etc. If that did happen I know Maggie will be
returning to the scenario in a future session. Well she didn't delay and I was subjected to a tape mummification as the second part of the session, and I will return to my rather exciting event shortly.

What I didn’t anticipate were the contents of the first half of my training. I arrived at the Chambers relaxed and was delighted to see Maggie in simple attire of tight fitting black latex body suit, tights and the new shiny black boots that give a smooth feeling on their lickers’ tongue. I had taken delivery of a pair of new latex socks and after having struggled for 5 minutes that morning to fit them at home, I decided to arrive at the Chambers wearing the socks under my vanilla outerwear, it saved 5 valuable minutes of session time. I know Maggie doesn't appreciate me arriving in latex undergarments as they have the tendency to create sweaty areas that make donning my latex suit more difficult, including sweaty bollocks which are not appropriate to start a session with, but I didn’t think socks would be much of a problem.

Having gleefully undertaken my boot worship, encouraged by the occasional thwack from Mistresses blue crop, I was reunited with my trusty red butt which had not been used for quite a number of visits. A good dollop of lube massaged in and around my anus had the plug easily sliding home; probably one of the easiest insertions I have experienced, and it does indicate that the hard graft put in by Mistress to widen my back passage is actually paying dividends. 

Then on to my dressing. I had learned to be far more careful when placing my heavy latex catsuit in the correct position to facilitate easy leg entry and it worked a treat. Last time in the hot weather I had made the mistake of getting the legs out of alignment and it was a hell of a struggle, and even when on it wasn't on comfortably. Not this time, zips to the sides, a good dusting of talc and the suit was once more fitting like the proverbial glove, sealing in my red friend perfectly.

It didn't take long for Mistress to decide that I would be better restrained in the leather harness. I am delighted to say that my training has been so good that I can now be very helpful climbing into the harness, at this rate of progress it won’t be long before Mistress can just issue the instruction ' Harness slave' and I will be able to contort myself into it all on my own. I doubt I will be able to tighten the straps, but Maggie likes to make sure they are evenly spaced, neat and TIGHT!.

And now I was introduced to the first, very exciting part of my session. I was to be allowed to try out the new inflatable hood that I had seen on Mistresses Twitter feed. I find it a real honour that Mistress allows me the privilege of being one of the first to try out what looked to be a truly remarkable helmet. It wasn't just stick it on and pump it up. Maggie, as always had planned the scenario to best test the capabilities of the new hood. To start off this adventure, I was instructed to retrieve the Throne and place it centrally for yours truly to occupy. Simple restraints in the form of six black ropes at top of arms, wrists and ankles, tethered me and my harness on to the Throne.  

Mistress then outlined how the hood would be deployed, with no eye holes, single anaesthetic mouth piece and my personal white viral filter that I always carry in my perv bag completing the mechanics. Without further ado the hood was eased over and zipped. Initially it was totally dark inside, but as the hood was inflated I was just able to see through the small opening in the mask and occasionally could even catch the briefest glimpse of a boot, or an ankle as Maggie moved in and out of my very limited field of view. 

Pump, pump, pump. 'Are you OK slave?' Yes! and then more pump, pump, pumping. By this time the pressure was building but it was ever so comfortable. Mistress appeared to derive fun from playing my balloon head like bongos and it is a very strange sound. Boing, boing, boing went the balloon! To keep me an honest slave, Mistress would regularly attach the 3ltr rebreather bag and aromas pump hose. I could manage 4 or 5 minutes rebreathing and then asked for relief which fortunately Maggie granted. After a couple of minutes recovery time the rebreather was reapplied and the 5 minutes started all over again. Pump for aromas, pump pump for a bit more in the hood and I was in heaven. Strangely, due to the translucent nature of the filter I was never completely in the dark, although I could not glimpse outwards and just had the feint white glow for company. 

This was a completely unexpected start, but then Maggie always is capable of pulling something special out of the hat. For those interested, Mistress posted a short video on her Twitter feed and a copy of the same clip is now ready for you to view at the foot of this blog. Though I say so myself it is one of the most highly charged and erotic videos I have viewed recently.

After a considerable test window I was unfortunately deflated and Maggie debriefed me as to how it felt using the inflatable hood. I honestly said I could manage a couple of hours at least providing the rebreather was removed at regular intervals. We shall see if Mistress will commit 2 hours of my training to being so deliciously enclosed and pumped on a future occasion.

Hood removed, slave untied, The Throne returned to its corner location and we moved on to my mummification. I helped set up the plank under the overhead and stood next to it while Mistress loosely applied black pallet wrap to my upper torso. In our preliminary e-mail discussions in a flash of 'brilliance!' I rashly suggested using a neck collar to allow a smoother, tighter taping around the neck. I have frequently seen videos where neck taping had to be left loose enough to allow the subject to breath; quite essential I might add, but we wanted to see if we could surmount the need for loose binding.

To be brief, Maggie used a snug foam neck brace as a foundation which did work, and she didn’t have to worry about the neck tape being too tight. I had also floated the idea of some form of aroma delivery AND to top it all suggested that some form of drink intake would allow for a well hydrated mummy to survive for a long incarceration. Sometimes I think I am a glutton for punishment. Not really, Mistress knows I will try my hardest to please her as well as enjoying all that was about to happen.

Feeding tube and cannula input

Fully filmed and lying on the plank now, the taping proceeded like a well oiled machine. Upper torso taped, neck taped, legs suspended from overhead to facilitate their taping and then the final touches that had started my juices flowing. My head was clingfilmed and taped exactly as I had seen in a photo link I had sent to Mistress. I was already wearing the nasal cannula that Maggie's husband, John has designed and produced, so airflow and aromas delivery were not a problem, and I willingly accepted the rubber tube into my mouth for fluid intake. All were safely taped in place and the final piece of tape was about to remove my vision. The last thing I saw was the wonderful face of my Mistress as the piece was positioned across my eyes and I was plunged into relative darkness, just as I had imagined from the photo. Mistress had come up trumps. Every element of my fantasy had been achieved, in fact surpassed. I ended up a big green mummy. I wonder if the Pharaohs had so much fun with their mummification? Probably not, as my Mistress is meticulous about keeping her slave alive to recount the experience.

Mistress thought it would be a novel touch to keep my hands free. Having seen these images I definitely concur, I love the contrast between the black latex gloved hands and the vivid green of the gaffer tape. It also offered the added benefit of allowing me to flex my fingers should any form of pins and needles set in. The effect of the neck corset is highlighted here; the neck is much thicker than you would associate with a 'normal' taping and the result was the most rigid head restraint I have encountered. Taped to the bench, I couldn't move my head even 1mm.

The feeding tube and breathing tubes are evident in the image and the only regret was that the welcome liquid refreshment was simple cool water. It was easy to suck up and consume from a glass on the side table, but it did lack a little something... warm liquid… tasty liquid…  ah yes, essence of Mistress pee was missing from the experience!

Just when I thought life had reached the pinnacle of enjoyment, I could feel Maggie first patting my groin area to locate the lie of the land, then the rasp of her safety scissors as she cut a square opening in the otherwise pristine pea green frontage.

It comes as no surprise that presented with my released cock and balls, Maggie would enjoy herself by applying a couple of heavy duty electrodes, some heavy duty e-stim and a heavy duty and long sound down the urethral hole that was presented unprotected for her enjoyment. Mistress declared afterwards that she had hoped for quite a bit more 'enjoyment' from both her captured cock and slave, but time had flown by with the inflatable hood and incarceration being enjoyed for a considerable time!

One final amusing incident occurred after all the tape had been carefully cut off and my rubber suit removed. As I sat on the plank for a moment to recover my composure, the bloody butt plug which has a concave base acted like a sucker and stuck to the plank. As I stood up it remained attached to the plank and plopped easily out of my backside and there it remained swaying slightly. Obviously it is starting to get a little loose!

Mistress had worked incredibly hard during the session and I was delighted when she accepted my offer to do a bit of tidying up, remove plank legs, return plank to its home on the landing etc. I asked for this session and I have no regrets, although I think Mistress Maggie may need an extra roll of tape as I am not the smallest of slaves and 100m of tape only just covered me. As a final observation, the tape does not cut out all light and once my eyes were taped over I was left in a surreal green haze which was another bizarre touch that I appreciated.

Thank you Mistress for allowing me to have one of my fantasies realised and another wonderful experience.

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Be Careful What you Wish for

I trust Mistress Maggie with my life. She can do anything she wishes and I know I will emerge a better slave, so why when she assured me that the double bulb silicone enema tube and the urinary catheter would retain all the fluids did I still worry about explosive discharges during the session? I suppose the answer lies somewhere deep in the bowels of your anatomy but I will develop that thought at a more relevant time in the blog.

It was a warm day and I was disappointed that the predicted thundery outbreaks had not materialised, otherwise I would have arrived at The Chambers in my rather nice rubber trench coat that I had in the car. The thunder didn’t happen so I put on my boring jacket as I sauntered from the car, just in case. I was greeted by Mistress in a very appropriate, lighter weight latex apron and waist cincher, and as we climbed to The Playroom I got the faintest glimpse of the tiny black latex briefs over her transparent tights, which shined through the holes of her black fishnet stockings. 

Maggie was also wearing white boots, and my first task after donning socks and gloves was to remove her boots. This is a part of my training that can be repeated as many times as Mistress wishes, and although I say so myself, I think I perform a very passable role as Mistresses boot remover. The secret is to be very gentle with all actions and to keep Mistresses foot in line with the shape of the boot, gently ease down the side zipper and supporting Maggie's foot ease the boot forward and arc upwards from the heel. Once Maggie has that confidence in her slave the boot slides off every so smoothly.

However, it did leave me with a dilemma. Now, with no footwear, what exactly was I to pay homage to? Already solved as Maggie said I was to lick and kiss every hole in the fishnet stockings. Now that was a surprise, as the stockings being stockings went all the way up to mid thigh. Not wasting this opportunity I approached every inch, I also was able to re-adjust the seams at the feet of the stockings much to Maggie's relief. I never did get to pay homage to the white boots but the alternative was a real delight and thanks to Maggie for that surprise.

We spent a short while discussing the new urethral stretchers that I had obtained from the web and brought with me at Maggie's request. Quite nice stretchers although I have only been able to manage a couple of sessions at home with the smaller ones. I had bought four in all in varying size, but it just didn't feel right to be sat at home enjoying the stretching on my own. I felt like I was somehow disrespecting Maggie's ownership of those parts, however with approval I will continue, as I know Mistress would like to have the option to insert larger sounds.  

Moving on, I was quickly into my plum latex catsuit, which in the past seems to have coincided with suspension bondage, but today I was advised that Mistress would be fulfilling my request for session content. A swift insertion of my head into that comfortable white latex hood and we were off to The Clinic. First an 'older' posture collar was applied along with a gag to shut me up. It may have been older but it certainly remained effective at maintaining my posture. Then a catheter. Mistress has become so expert in this area that apart from the 5 minute wait for the urethral anaesthetic to take effect, the whole process took only a few moments.

Maggie, in Maggie's mischievous way decided that it would be a shame to just dispense with the needle she had just used, and it would provide far better value if it was stuck in one of my nipples! Along with three others I ended up with two needles in each nipple and hardly a wince from me. 

Next to the meat of my request. Maggie showed me the bardex style inflatable butt plug she intended to fill my bum with, then like the catheter, that also slipped in very easily and was substantially inflated. It did feel snug and yes it felt really secure as the first of the 2 litres of warm soapy solution were drained inside. At this point, I have to admit to starting to worry about the explosive discharge I mentioned earlier and when Maggie said the catheter would remain sealed... well, you can imaging the discomfort when Maggie opened a bag of saline and set up a drip to fill up my bladder with the fluid.

With everything looking good, sealed in or dripping as appropriate, Maggie eagerly extracted her electric kit from The Clinic cupboard. At this point I started to lose the plot. I really did have visions of the e-stim forcing me to lose all sphincter control, forcing out the Bardex and redecorating the pristine Clinic in substances that should not be present in a sterile environment! Despite reassurances from Maggie that there were no signs of leakage, quite frankly, I lost it and was almost crying for Maggie to let me go to the toilet.

I have constantly said Mistress can be severe but she does have the interests of her slave at heart. Realising I was genuinely in distress she put a stop to her ongoing procedures, and as quickly as she could safely manage had me de-gagged, unstrapped from the couch and the posture collar removed. That was a mini disaster as one of the older plastic straps broke at one of the holes. I did immediately offer to provide a replacement but those of you who follow Maggie's Twitter feed will know that minor issues like this are not a problem to my inventive and resourceful Mistress. Within a few days she’d reported that the collar had been given a new lease of life with new leather straps.

What a stinky mess I managed to create in the presence of my owner. As I sat on the loo, emptying myself for ages, I was really embarrassed that in my hurried dash I had produced so much foul fluids in and about the bathroom's toilet bowl. However, resourceful as ever, after I had cleaned up most of the mess, Mistress used her shower attachment to dislodge any remnants in cracks and crevices (bathroom not mine!) and I ended up far less embarrassed.

Well, I only had myself to blame. I had initiated all the problems and embarrassment I had got myself into today, when in a mad moment, on a day where I seemed to be doing a lot of peeing I had written to Maggie suggesting a clinic scenario that involved a lot of water ...it may be fun to be rubbered then catheterised, then filled with lots and LOTS of fluid (your choice), then exercised in full, heavy rubber and see how long the fluids take to filter through...  I got exactly what I asked for. I have mentioned that having to provide Mistress with my fantasies, you have to be careful what you wish for.

On reflection I wouldn't change a thing and thank you Mistress for the experience. Well, I will change one thing if I am allowed to repeat the experience. Trust Mistress Maggie's equipment and her reassurances that nothing was leaking. I might also ask for a few puffs of aromas whilst I am being filled.

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A Load of Pee

Today I witnessed just how hard my professional dominatrix has to work to ensure her slave is receiving the 'appropriate' treatment. I am, of course referring to Mistress Maggie. I am full of admiration for the dedication and care that she lavishes on her charges. Perhaps I should start at the beginning and develop this thought. I will also have to give some detail about my private preparation and, dare I say, toilet habits! The reason why I consider such personal/private information will become apparent.

I usually go for a pee about 45 minutes before meeting Maggie. When I park, I go for another one and when Mistress sends me to the bathroom I have another one. By this stage my bladder should be empty and I should not embarrass myself and upset Maggie by asking if I could have a pee break. OK, you get the picture, empty bladder, no pee blah blah blah!

It was a very pleasant, rather warm day and I was beginning to regret wearing my jumper as I sauntered towards The Chambers, and I could only imagine how warm Mistress must have been feeling in her head to toe latex ensemble. She had greeted me in her figure hugging, tight black latex catsuit and her rather nice new shiny boots and, and to finish her total rubberisation, Maggie had on a tight open faced latex hood: In fact the epitome of my dream woman, which of course, she is.

I had already sent her a copy of my negative Covid test so fortunately we were soon climbing the stairs to The Playroom. Oh those hips and thighs and cheeks, all perfectly framed inside the tight latex. I would definitely have been prepared to bury my nose in the valley had Mistress done her 'normal' activity of stopping abruptly, as it was she didn't stop, which was probably for the best as I had received a serious caning last session for various infractions.

Upstairs, I was sent to change (and pee) and returned for my obligatory worship of Maggie's footwear. Again I was sorely tempted to stray from the boots and gently lick and kiss lower thighs, upper thighs and... well, let my tongue go on a bit of an adventure. But I didn't! I am better trained than that. Mistress used her hefty Mistress whip to beat a rhythm on my backside during worship and I imagined even just flicking her wrist whilst so tightly and completely enclosed in latex would be generating considerable heat, because I was starting to sweat even though I was only wearing latex gloves and socks.

Luxury of luxuries, with the boots suitably attended to I was even permitted a short period of caressing and kissing along the back of those glorious, rubber clad thighs and derrière. However, a phrase Maggie uses quite a lot is ‘Well slave there is no pleasure without pain’, and that was kind of the case today, because sitting back down on her worshipped bottom Maggie pulled a transparent latex bag over my head, pulling it closed under my chin. Although not 'painful' it certainly generated some heavy breathing on my part as I gazed through the semi translucent latex at the face of my beautiful owner. It did seem a very appropriate setting with me kneeling before my wonderful Mistress dependant on her for the very air I was allowed to receive.

Getting me into my Invincible catsuit caused a real problem for the first time. Normally I can get into it almost unaided but not today. I think it was because I was starting to sweat more and more. Maggie talc'd the inside and I tried the normal routine making sure all zips were fully open. Oh what a tangle I'd got myself in! I tugged and pulled and shuffled and shrugged and had to ask Maggie for considerable assistance. This was definitely unfair on my part as I could see my poor Mistress getting warmer and warmer as we struggled.  After what seemed an eternity and one monumental struggle, I was finally able to zip up the suit to the chin but even the zipping was a struggle. I was pooped, and despite the room fan being on I could see Mistress was heating up from all the exertion and I was very happy when she indicated a short breather was required. 

A red latex hood was fitted before following Mistress into The Clinic where she explained I was to receive a catheter for the remainder of the session. Fine by me as I am now used to and dare I say rather enjoy the feeling of Maggie gently inserting a rubber tube deep into my innards. Before the successful insertion Maggie just couldn't resist the opportunity of smothering her charge both with her latex covered hands and with the rubber operating sheet. Sometimes I get the impression Maggie gets a real buzz from seeing her charges gasping for breath, and this willing slave was making no attempt to resist her absolute authority. 

The gloves aren't too bad because with a little twisting of the mouth I could gain just sufficient air so as not to have to complain. Now the rubber sheet on the other hand is a different proposition. It seals itself to the rubber hood you are wearing and that's it! Absolutely NO air and some most peculiar sounds as you breathe out, until you can breath out no longer!

The catheterisation was routine. After creating a sterile area, the anaesthetic fluid inserted down the urethra tingles initially, actually quite a pleasant tingle, then a 5 minute wait for the anaesthetic to take effect. It is testament to how good Maggie is with catheters that all the fluid was emptied down the urethra with no spillage and I couldn't even tell when the tube was inserted and the bulb inflated. What I did notice in the 5 minute wait period was Mistress casually enjoying a little late lunch. I was securely strapped to the couch but I could just glimpse Maggie through the mouth hole, yes a bit of an oblique angle, but I couldn't get the eyeholes focussed. Oh and I was enjoying a little e-stim that Maggie thought appropriate whilst she enjoyed her break. Not too rigorous but sufficient to draw my attention.

 

Mistress had earned that 5 minute break because up to that time she had worked extremely hard on her slave. What did start to be of concern was Mistress saying with a wry smile that she would leave fitting the catheter bag until later and that I would remain clamped until she decided otherwise. A little uncomfortable because I was just starting to feel some contents in my bladder but of course, there it stayed.

Moving back to The Playroom where I was ordered onto my knees with forehead on the floor, Maggie fiddled with my anal zip and prepared me for inserting a smallish butt plug. The size wasn't its main attraction as Mistress put it through its paces through a myriad of buzzing and vibrating cycles. I think Maggie found that most amusing as she could just about get it to play a buzzing tune. The plug was self contained with the on/off and programming button sitting nicely on its base. I mention its construction because this did cause some issues later as I was suspended from the rafters. Anyway, it was set off buzzing away and sealed inside my bum. 

The inflatable hood that went on next was, I think, my first experience with this piece of kit. At first I thought it was quite a loose fit and would no doubt leak air round the seams and mouth piece and I wondered if Mistress was aware of these potential failings? That was until it was pumped up heavily. Just a couple more pumps for good luck... and oh boy what a piece of kit when fully pumped. I just love the feel and the fit and the sheer air-tightness of this hood. I could see clearly after Mistress had demisted the lenses and just loved wearing it, and thank you Maggie for allowing me the chance.

We have developed a relatively simple and efficient way of launching me on my flying experiences that importantly, particularly in the current warmth, is relatively easy on my poor Mistress. Maggie retrieved the very heavy leather body harness from its storage box in the corner of the Playroom, and after loosening the straps I was able to wriggle my head into the appropriate place ready for Mistress to tighten them all. I recall back to my earlier days when I was a complete novice and had to rely on comprehensive instruction to get it right, but now with the appropriate training, I manage to get it ready for Maggie. With a little more training perhaps I will be able to fasten the straps and... that is for the future and dependant on Mistresses wishes.

Once strapped in, I was even able to attach the carabiners to the centre ring so I was standing comfortably yet attached to the ceiling; more excellent training! From that secure stance it is a relatively easy action to rest each leg in turn, slip them in the stirrups that Mistress had attached to the overhead suspension bar and et voila we have lift off. Relatively close to the ground, but all the same fully suspended. All that was left was for Maggie to pull on the pulley to lift the stirrups to whatever height she wanted. Once again I felt a little guilty that my Mistress was having to hoist a beefy slave on such a warm day but at least the first part of harnessing and swinging was relatively easy.

At last, I received the welcome relief of the rubber bag being attached to the catheter. It is rather strange, the sensation is not one of peeing, that familiar relief of standing there and peeing but more just a simple relaxation of the bladder pressure. That is part of what is meant by being under someone's total control I suppose (and I love it). 

Of course there was no way that Mistress would not take advantage of my suspended situation and first with a few tugs on my cock set me slowly swinging. That clearly didn't do enough for Maggie's needs and soon she disappeared, returning soon after with the heavy wooden block that she proceeded to attach to my balls, with the help of some old nylons and a carabiner.  

Now this did seem to float Maggie's boat in terms of torturing her slave. With my pumped up hands safely secured to stop them wandering and the block swinging freely, a quick grab of either cock or balls had me swinging like a pendulum, or squalling like a wimp when she purposely dug her nails into my tender flesh. I have to say another thank you because every now and then I was granted another whiff of aroma from my Mistress. When I mentioned that the vibrating anal toy had stopped working she seemed to enjoy trying to kick start it with her boot. That didn't work and after a few more boots, acknowledged it was not going to restart. It turns out the anal zipper on my suit was so tight when I was in the harness that it was pressing on the on/off button which, of course turned it off!

Two final points I would like mention, one relevant to the opening comments about pee; when we emptied the rubber bag at the end, it was absolutely full to bursting and in fact resembled an over stuffed salami. I have no idea how I had managed to accumulate so much pee, especially as I hadn't consumed any fluid for 45 minutes prior to arrival. The second point relates to Mistress asking me to help her out of her catsuit when our session had ended. As I unzipped the back of the suit, I could see (and wished I could have tasted) the fine layer of perspiration that was covering that perfect back. I didn't dare touch but it certainly reinforced how much work Maggie had invested on her slave. Thank you Mistress Maggie.

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Expunged and Inflated

Imagine the scene. I knock, and after an appropriate delay I am greeted, firstly with the sight of a big red dildo, then by a red latex clad beauty. Mistress Maggie was wearing a pair of tights composed of a really unusual material. It looked latexy and just like latex it certainly hugged her beautiful legs (lucky tights), yet it was not latex. The tights had a black sheen but certainly not as glossy as the brand new boots Mistress was sporting. All in all I started to drool at the sight of my beautiful dominatrix and this time I made no bones about trying to get close to that perfect derriere that was so teasing as we climbed the stairs.  

All sins expunged

The sight, sound and scent all reinforced why I am so devoted to Maggie. I think of my promise to my owner and reaffirm, silently, that I would do anything Mistress asks immediately and without hesitation. I really am under the spell of this mischievous, magnificent maiden. 

Oh, and by the way, I was a little apprehensive about the size of the dildo waving happily in my direction. It may just be that with it being bright red the girth was more visible than other black ones that have made their way up my bum, or was it truly bigger than my previous visitors? No matter, with any luck I would be able to gauge the size of Maggie’s new joy toy in the very near future.

After disrobing in the bathroom and returning in latex socks and gloves, I was given the opportunity to get up close and personal with the new boots. I did feel privileged when Maggie mentioned I was the first slave to be given the honour with the new boots and I worked doubly hard to ensure they remained sparklingly clean. I also was granted a couple of moments licking a small area of the black tights. They certainly licked like rubber and had I been blindfold I might have mistaken them for latex. There are a few tell tale signs that differentiate them; the smell, or rather the lack of latex smell, there is a slight 'material' feel on the tongue which isn't evident with  latex, but all in all they are a wonderful addition to my licking experiences. 

What was a little more of a concern was the matter of fact way that Maggie recounted a series of infractions that had occurred, and not necessarily since my last punishment, these were to be taken care of following my worship. Many times in the past I have been so engrossed with boot cleaning that I didn't want that part to end. On this occasion I was hoping that it wouldn't end because of the descriptions of what I was about to receive and why.

But alas, there was no way of escaping the strokes and I was un-ceremonially draped over the horse and lashed down with Maggie's white rope, tight enough to reinforce this was a punishment and not a sensual flogging. Punished as follows -

Beating with a leather butterfly crop, 12 strokes with it for a crackpot remark I had made on twitter

Over the knee spanking for sucking hard on the piss pants tube and sealing Maggie tightly inside them, meaning she had been unable to assess the success of her latest watersports setup back in July ’21, leading to 6 extra junior cane strokes for being cheeky about the sucking. At the time it was amusing but after the junior cane the remark was not so funny!

12 strokes with the senior cane for surreptitiously pumping aromas when not authorised way back in November ’19.

As this was a punishment, all strokes were delivered quickly, without hesitation and straight on the bare arse. Mistress may have a memory like an elephant but is always fair, and at the end of the punishment she did state all past sins were now expunged and the slate wiped clean (or was it whipped clean?).

Once again, I was relieved, or rather the heat in my ass was relieved when I was slipped quickly into my latex suit. The relief of the cooling rubber is really palpable and I breathed a sigh of relief as Mistress attached a lead and walked me through to the Clinic.

I clambered onto the centre of the couch in response to a barely perceptible gesture, which I am getting better at recognising due to my training, and instructed to slide down the couch so my ass was over the end and legs firmly up in the stirrups. I think I was about to be introduced to Big Red! 

I am a very lucky slave to be honoured with an incredible pegging by an incredible Mistress and after the initial shock when Big Red makes the first incision and slips through the sphincter, I was in heaven. To be well and truly taken in such a manner must rank as one of the greatest exchanges a slave can receive from his Mistress. Unlike the punishment this ended all too quickly, but as a reminder of my trip to heaven Mistress inserted the long string of anal balls. Four in total on a semi rigid stem, which result in approximately 12" of insertion up your back passage. Once in, the back zip was closed and the balls hidden safely out of sight.

I then helped Maggie with attaching the extension to the couch to allow me to lie almost flat, and once the extension was attached I was helped into a second latex suit. This was comfortable and of light construction and I thought it strange that Mistress would grant me this luxury as she guided me back onto the now flat couch and eased me into the inflatable hood. With a bit of adjustment and a little struggling, the hood was also able to accommodate an anaesthesia mask to allow nose breathing. This is an important innovation because without this, any aroma delivered would be into the mouth and this has proved less effective than nasal inhalation. At this point Maggie changed into her medical gown and I knew the 'operation' I had requested was imminent.

The inflatable hood was pumped up and a few puffs of aromas had me ready and relaxed for what was about to happen. Last time I suggested an operation so it could have been several options; needle work to stomach, needle work to nipples, catheter sewn into cock... Maggie chose to de-male me by sewing the end of my penis neatly away from view by covering it with my ball sack.

Naturally, as you would expect from such a professional, Maggie thoroughly cleaned the area of the operation before inserting the first suture. Regular infusions of aromas were offered and willingly accepted, maintaining a great calm that I was able to sustain through all 6 sutures. Being intimately handled by a fantastic surgeon results in a pathetic cock attempting to become a little less pathetic. The stitches soon put an end to that idea and I was still left with a pathetic cock, but this time straining for greatness that in its current predicament could never happen.

All pumped up with nowhere to go!

It hadn't registered until now that the second suit that I was comfortable wearing was inflatable to match the hood. I was soon made aware of this remarkable capability when Maggie attached the pump and things suddenly got a lot tighter. Mistress pumped and pumped but fortunately the strong couch straps contained a lot of pressure so it was snug but not huge. Every now and then, Maggie allowed me periods without the aroma tube, treating me to lungfuls of her own exhaled air instead. That was warm and very sweet and was indeed another little luxury I had not expected. 

It was a good job that I was securely strapped, because Mistress decided on some electrical fun with her electro drum brush coupled with an electro pad round where my cock used to be, and proceeded to beat out a quick tattoo across my sutures. I thought the punishment beatings hurt but this was almost unbearable. I tried to endure the sharp stabbing pains for as long as I could because I knew my discomfort was giving amusement to Mistress.

I have said in the past Maggie is not an out and out sadist and is aware of threshold levels that her subjects can endure. After a while I could tell from her voice that the idea of moderating her electric torture may have her somewhat disappointed, and my screaming died away to a low moan of satisfaction as her phone rang and there was a natural break in the excruciating pain. 

This used to be my c@@k!

The e-stim was only at level 10, normally a level I can accommodate, but I think the concentration of the electricity into the fine wire of the drum brush appeared to magnify the pain. As the call finished Mistress relented, having checked that the sutures were still in place she replaced the brush with a second electro  pad and all was well with the world.

It is so frustrating when your cock is so effectively sewn out of the way and your beautiful Mistress is gently stroking where your cock used to be, but I wouldn't exchange the experience for anything.

The final act from Mistress Maggie was to release all straps holding her slave in place and as she did so, I ballooned like a Michelin man. That tickled both of us and we closed the session in a happy frame of mind.

So, for next time, I suggested suspension isolation. Maggie has complete authority to interpret that as she wishes or to totally ignore. Watch this space and thank you Mistress for another exciting adventure.

200 Not Out

I make no apologies for changes to content and style for this truly momentous occasion. I am going to indulge in a little nostalgia about my journey to happiness over the last 10 years or so. Why? Well today's extravaganza marks my 200th session with the most fantastic Professional Dominatrix a slave could ever wish for. I am eternally grateful to Mistress Maggie that she has seen fit to keep persevering with this somewhat dim, occasionally careless but always faithful slave.

My journey started on 28th September 2011, well a bit before that date actually but 28th September is the first time a very nervous newbie took a very long walk to the front door of The Chambers to be greeted by a very friendly, very beautiful and very understanding Mistress. 

Treated to a fantastic pegging with poppers. 

My search for something exciting and out of my comfort zone started a few weeks prior to that date, when being totally bored at work I began idly browsing for something exciting to tickle my fancy and I eventually landed on Mistresses in the North West. One or two candidates caught my eye and I even surreptitiously made a site visit to one place somewhere near Manchester. But the one website that stood out head and shoulders from the rest was Mistress Maggie's, and it does remain in my humble opinion, one of the best websites of its kind on the whole internet. 

Why Maggie? Well she is incredibly beautiful, oozes sexual magnetism, she was local to where I live and above all her red lines mentioned on her website were an exact match to where I didn't want to go. Well, they were at the start of my journey at least, as these have now broadened to accommodate whatever Maggie wishes. It also turned out over time that she has a wicked sense of humour and some truly endearing traits that have certainly drawn me more tightly under her spell.

Bubbling away quite nicely.

After that first session I was hooked. My early writings were simple reviews of Maggie's services on one or two advertising sites that she used, but unfortunately I have lost track of those original reviews. By my 5th session, Maggie asked if I would like some photos of my 'ordeal' and that first picture was published on Flickr together with a slim narrative. It was at that time when I received some very valuable advice from Maggie's husband John,  not to be so verbose on Flickr and that a blog might be a better avenue to take. Thus started the first of many Diary entries on Blogger and the 'Diary Of A Lancashire Slave' was born. There were early concerns about the new Government legislation that now appears to have been dropped, concerning the content of adult images. Maggie helped me through that minefield too, hence why some photos were marked as deleted!

My life was taking on a new meaning as we progressed through the many adventures that Maggie and I enjoyed; a trip to Chorley where Mistress saved me from an inebriated chappie who was suggesting going somewhere where I didn't want to go, Maggie of course didn't let anything happen as she always looks after her charges' welfare; the trips to our 'secret' wooded location for Mistress to walk me on a lead in full rubber through a leafy glade; being tied to a pillar under Lytham pier and approached by two security guards believing I was actually in danger, and on our 100th session on April 8th 2016 Mistress had organised a real treat for her, by now, truly ensnared slave, to have an artist present to create a centenary session portrait. There have been far to many adventures for me to recount the wonderful detail that Maggie created during all those sessions and that is why I continue with my DOALS (Diary Of A...) The common theme in all our sessions is that on each and every session I have become that little bit more devoted to my perfect Mistress and I have enjoyed every minute of our adventures. 

The next 100 sessions brought me further along my journey to becoming a better slave for Maggie. I had lost any inhibitions that I may have arrived with and it was someway through that period where I made an oath to Maggie that I have tried to live by ever since:

I promise that I will do my best:
To love my Mistress,
To serve my Mistress,
To help others to join my Mistress in slavery
To keep the Mistresses Law.

and 

To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question

There have been many notable milestones in that time: 

I almost lost my balls to an elastrator.

I did lose my balls to a mangina, that was really 'interesting''.

I have been duct taped to Maggie's plank.

I've been loving regular deployment of aromas.

Gazing at Mistress as the air was slowly used up inside another plastic bagging.

Received copious gallons of Mistresses pee...

All these adventures and many more have all been massively documented.

3.6kg

I have outlined my real formative period over the last 10 years and now I need to mention what happened to cement the bond between Mistress and slave in this our 200th session.

Before starting on Maggie's menu for today (she always creates a comprehensive running order for every session and frequently checks that all is going to plan) we had me in my latex suit in no time and adjourned to The Clinic to try on Maggie's newly made inflatable rubber straitjacket. What an incredible piece of equipment Mistress has created in white rubber. The fit is perfect even to the collar, which beautifully overlapped the hood that I was fitted with. 

With the aid of an electric pump I was soon far fatter than when I arrived. I was not at all pleased that the latex hood only allowed me ONE small hole to see through and I was forever bobbing my head to try and catch a glimpse of both Mistress and my grossly inflated stomach. I was privileged at the end of the session to get to view the pictures Maggie had taken and it really is a stunning creation. I got the impression that Maggie is going to have a LOT of fun when she incorporates it in future work plans.

It gave me a real buzz being fully pumped up in the inflated jacket and a real shame that I had to be divested from it as we returned to The Playroom for my next treat. Ah, the aromas gas mask. That is another experience that I am delighted Maggie agreed to allow me to experience. With the side mounted hose, it gives the wearer a strange alien appearance that totally anonymises the wearer. I find the feeling of being just a rubber coated toy absolutely fantastic and I think that is another reason why I am mesmerised by Maggie every time I see pictures of her slaves wearing rubber, I imagine that it could be me... 

Chillin' and 'angin - feels sooo good.

Once checked that I was breathing ok and a couple of aroma pumps consumed I was bent over the horse ready for my Mistress to mount her slave. Again a feeling of the total transference of power. Gone are any thoughts about the Neanderthal notion of male supremacy, just total acceptance that this lady is in absolute charge. As always, Maggie is sensitive to her slaves needs and gently lubed my bum first with her gloved fingers, then with my own dildo and then a long slow f**k ( it did get a lot faster as the ride progressed!) and then it was over. Well not quite for my bum as Maggie filled the whole cavity with a strand of four large anal beads, zipped them in so all that was protruding was the ring pull for extraction and there they stayed until the very end of the session.

The beautifully designed chest harness that I was strapped into allows the attachment of the bubble bottle at the back, whilst still retaining the ability to deliver aromas to my gas mask hood, and that too is how I remained until well through our 200th. The bubble bottle was amazing today; Maggie had decanted a large quantity of water into the tank and that meant every breath I took was accompanied by that wonderful, gurgling, bubbly sound. I was walked on the dog lead to the bathroom where I watched, listened and bubbled away in a most contented manner as Maggie took a long slow pee into a measuring jug that must have contained the best part of a litre when she breathed that wonderful sigh that indicates her flow was finished and led me back to The Playroom. With me still bubbling and gurgling away, Maggie attached a parachute to my balls and sent me off to get a weight from the other side of the room. I naturally returned with the smallest one I could find. 'Curtsey slave and address me as Your Majesty', she ordered.

I did as instructed and was promptly sent back for more weights and more curtsying. The weights were starting to get a little cumbersome, when not for the first time Maggie dispatched me to the bathroom to refill her glass of water. We continued in this vein until I finally had no option but to return with the heaviest weight, a round ball with wicked spikes. That caused some major discomfort initially when trying to curtsey. The spikes kept banging my leg and certainly putting me totally off balance. However, when I was sent to the bathroom for another refill, it dawned on me that by keeping legs together, slightly bending forward and taking small steps, that satisfactory progress could be achieved without breaking a leg. It was quite surreal walking and bubbling whilst, all the time, my balls being stretched, calves being banged and spiked and all the time I was loving it. Just when I had mastered that technique, Maggie decided I had had enough fun and moved to the next line in the plot.

Cool, cool nectar

Another layer of latex in the form of the bodybag with straitjacket arms was nice to slip into, although I was relieved when I was chained to the overhead gantry. By now you have probably gathered that I'd had the harness that held the bubble bottle removed along with that nice aromas gas mask. With a bit of a struggle and a excellent level of ingenuity, Mistress was able to fit the leather head harness over the top of my newly fitted anaesthesia mask. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable but it certainly was tight and quite rigid, in fact I should say it was a 'snug' fit. Arms were secured to chains, legs were secured to a spreader bar and I was in a very happy place. 

Things got even happier as Mistress went to retrieve the gallon jar of pee deposited earlier. I had to work for my treat as Maggie set it up so that I had to suck all my refreshment. It is a good way of taking a drink because you suck when ready and can enjoy the flavour. 

The refreshment had cooled considerably being rested in the bathroom and in fact it felt positively chilled, most appetising and most refreshing. I eagerly took all the two gallons and all that remained was to extract me from my suits and for me to go to the bathroom to tease the anal balls out of my backside. Removal of the balls is one activity that does embarrass me as the balls go a long, long way up and who knows what might be lurking ...

I would like to thank Mistress Maggie for allowing me to continue my training and hope that I am becoming a better slave because I would like to continue for as long as she wishes. In those 11 years I have not only become truly devoted to my Mistress but glad to have found two friends that I can enjoy chatting to after sessions. 

Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

🎄🎄🎄

This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

Double Entendre

Mistress Maggie has that remarkable knack of confusing this poor slave and frequently has me thinking about the forthcoming session in exactly the wrong direction. Take todays calling letter for example:-

‘…Unlike last time I likely won't be out to greet you, but a good chance I could play with you in the back alley…’

Now, to this simple slave the references to greeting outside and the back alley referred to some outdoor activity down the alley. I’d spent a lot of time imagining what exciting trip Mistress may have planned. Perhaps a little nettle picking trip of which there are several nice juicy plants? or something a little more sinister?

Anyway, it turns out that Maggie had no intentions of an outdoor trip down the alley. Once more, my Mistress had totally side-tracked my thinking up a blind alley, so to speak. These double entendre are part of her fun side and one of the things that so draws me to worship her. Maggie is more than capable of guiding this slave in whatever direction she wishes.

I was greeted by the stunning vision of my owner in her black latex pants, corset, white trimmed bra, what looked like brand new white boots and... a huge black rubber dildo. What more could a rubber slave and devotee of the most alluring and sensual Mistress ever need or want. The white cross insignia on her headband signified that I would be spending some time in her nursing care, but only after the familiar Covid protection routine: temperature check, hand sanitise etc being efficiently completed and we were then up the stairs to the Chambers.

Our ascent never fails to both arouse and titillate this rubber slave, the sight of Mistresses rear as I follow her as closely as I dare up the stairs has me totally under her spell, and by the time we arrive at the top of those stairs I am fully ready and prepared to fulfil my promise to willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question. 

Sent off to change and return for boot worship, I either missed or forgot the instruction to re-enter the Chambers on my knees. Of course for every failed action there is a reaction and no doubt Mistress had already determined the punishment I would receive.

Mistress removed my slave collar and fitted me with a latex helmet before fastening my collar back around my neck. That action of turning a man into an anonymous rubber plaything and being transformed into exactly what Mistress wants, feels fantastic and rarely finishes with just a helmet, and where there’s a helmet there is sometimes a tongue hole. So, onto the business of worshipping these wonderful new PVC boots. I spent a while familiarising myself with the scent and taste of these white boots; long slow licks and many kisses before I was ordered to kneel facing away from Mistress. 

Maggie made herself comfortable seated on my back and made me very comfortable with a nice dollop of lube followed by a nice dollop of my butt plug, gently but swiftly inserted right up to the hilt: the plug went in soooo easily as if my bum was now welcoming the return of a good friend. And now for the reaction to my mistake earlier.

'Get the horse out slave.... lie on it lengthwise slave. You’ve smelled my boots and tasted my boots, and now you will be finding out what they feel like by taking the kicking up the backside that you desperately need slave’.

Several hefty kicks landed on my arse, six I think though I wasn’t really counting. Then after deciding that she would stick with using her right boot Mistress kicked me up the arse at least another half dozen times. I had absolutely no complaints about the punishing kicks as I had failed to observe a simple command so had to suffer the consequences, and my butt plug was certainly firmly secured and inserted to its full length if nothing else!

After the booting it was time for something much gentler. I was helped into my chlorinated plum catsuit relatively quickly, then with my hands raised up on the ceiling ring I was blindfolded as Mistress applied a gentle polish all over. It is a wonderful experience having your latexed body polished without your vision, without knowing where the polishing cloth will massage you next makes it an experience riddled with surprises and it does heighten the remaining senses. As you can tell, I find it a highly sensual and sexually charged experience, one of many I get in Maggie's company! 

Maggie kept me blindfolded as she attached a lead and slowly led me through to her Clinic where she gently pushed me against the wall. When the blindfold came off I saw the familiar details of the Clinic, with the addition of what appeared to be a new industrial looking piece of equipment comprising of three black bellows, attached tubes and...   I couldn't take in any more detail as Mistress instructed me to lie on the Couch with legs highly elevated in the stirrups and my arse just hanging off the end. By now it was fairly obvious which 'back alley' Mistress had been referring to. 

Mistress treated me to the luxury of double hooding by applying a second hood with anaesthetic mask attached. I think I was returning to heaven. Mistress has that ability to transport her slaves into a distant land where women rule or actually only one woman, my Mistress, rules with absolute certainty. Maggie announced she was to further address my 'rusty rectum' syndrome by utilising an anal spreader that she had obtained during lockdown. Yet another excellent use of Mistresses guinea pig slave.

As she put on her examination gloves Mistress explained that the intention was to keep me wide open while inserting other anal toys down the cavity created by the steel spreader. The stretcher was installed three times, but on every occasion it slipped right back out again, probably due to the natural action of my anal muscles. Never defeated by anything, Maggie made a swift excursion back to the Playroom and returned with a few ropes to help support it, and with some imagination succeeded in roping the spreader to keep it where she wanted it. Unfortunately Mistress could not get it to spread wide enough to insert anything through the centre.

We agreed afterwards that it looks pretty and may work better with more practice, but on the whole  (or in the hole!), doesn't perform as needed and deemed by Maggie as 'a useless piece of kit'. I was happy because my rubber nurse kept me pumped and plied with her medicinal aromas, which meant all the pushing, pulling screwing and opening as wide as possible was a most enjoyable experience, and once again Mistress had entrusted her guinea pig with the testing of another new toy.

My anal hole was not allowed to close just yet though, after the disappointment with the steel hole stretcher, Maggie settled for something more reliable and slipped a greased up inflatable dildo right in there. I received quite a lot of pumps leaving my hole nicely stretched by my favourite lovely rubber.

We moved on from one piece of pumped up rubber to another as it was my time to be introduced to the bellows equipment that I had spied earlier. Maggie explained it was another project that she had worked on during lockdown, which in effect was a very sophisticated version of the rebreather bag I have often had the pleasure of being attached to. The three bellows act as the rebreather and there is the ability to deliver an adjustable sustained supply of poppers.

Initially I struggled to draw air through the equipment because air was coming in through the open eyeholes in my latex hood rather than through the equipment. Another trip to the Playroom and Maggie returned with what turned out to be an excellent solution. I was given a perspex eye mask to wear which created a perfect seal round the eye holes and ... success. The bellows started their gentle rise and fall rhythm and the poppers delivering their own boost to my wellbeing. I got the impression that Mistress was really pleased with the results of her long hard work designing and creating this masterpiece and once she had solved the problem of the air leakage round the eye holes it worked perfectly.

There are quite a few subtle details that are not obvious during the heat of the session, for instance I had noticed a small valve operating near the mouthpiece and had chance to ask Mistress about it when the session was finished. The valve was responsible for letting out my surplus exhaled air, which explains why there was a slight whistling sound when I breathed out heavily, forcing air through it. There are many more subtleties that I hope to experience again if my rubber nurse allows me the heady pleasures of her new bellows, but that is for the future.

Mistress was obviously happy and as a caring, sensitive Mistress was prepared to reward her slave for my performance by taking care of my rusty rectum syndrome once and for all. After some adjustment of both height and angle of the couch, Maggie and her big strap-on were on course for a perfect anal entry. What a marvellous ride, being taken by my beautiful nurse, whilst keeping the rubber bellows moving regular and benefitting from the waft of mind blowing medicine running through the tubes. I felt great. I felt alive and quite frankly I felt well f****d! With casual aplomb, Mistress added a little more spice to the situation by rapidly oscillating the controls of the couch to create a pulsing effect as it vibrated up and down!

If you have never been taken from this angle of attack you really should try it. I know from experience that Maggie has always considered my comfort and experience when picking the right dildo to invade me with. 

Then, did I hear the sound of tinkling? Yes I did. As a final treat I could hear Mistress preparing a drink for her lucky guinea pig; the familiar sound of pee splashing into plastic jug. Unfortunately I could not see her relieving herself, though in my imagination I could sense her golden liquid being decanted. Then all of a sudden it came into view as she reached up to pour my drink into a funnel that was now hanging up where the bellows had been.

I really am a fortunate slave to have Mistress grace me with her wonderful nectar to finish with and it certainly didn't take me long to consume every last drop. 

After today, I think the nickname of ‘rusty rectum’ can no longer be justified, and thank you Mistress Maggie for yet another wonderful experience on my journey to becoming a much better slave for you...